Whoop! Here it is. The artifacts are beautiful, make no mistake. I can't
read through them but that's to be expected. They're made out of letters
dragged through time over space after all. It's actually a good thing so I
don't have to state -This is fiction, or -This is poetry. I'll just leave it
here and you can decide what it is to you. It's exorcism to me. As usual.
We are fortunate to be alive. Those of us that are anyway. It was an
experiment. And where to now? NASA, Silicon Valley, CSFB, where else? Some
still circulate in the desert. Weddings are practically designed to make the
alone feel lonely. But it really isn't so. Alone is a choice. And you're
never really alone with puking cats and robot musicians. They're keeping a
beat but the melody is exquisitely random. I set the controls, now they're
setting off for... well honestly they aren't puking at the moment. Delilah is
threatening aggression though. She struck at me a couple of weeks ago.
Embedded in the side of the cage briefly. I'm feeding her weekly now.
Yes, the tomatoe was underripe and crunchy. And yes, the cheese was moldy.
Other than that everything was perfect.
I was in the protest. I was not protesting.
Given that violence is the last resort of weak minds how weak is their
position that they kidnap innocents and decapitate them? Remember that I'm not
allowed to take sides, just asking. Why is this here?
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